i know i said i would go but these were the only anthony scenes i could find

Bad Things

Pairing: Tom Holland x Reader

Request(s): If you could, would you make an imagine where Y/N and Tom are working together on a project and Y/N likes to tease Haz or one of the other guys on set and Tom gets jealous (even though she likes him) and at some point he goes down on her and finishes saying something like “That’s how a guy should please you, darling” or something? Thank you! :)

Word Count: 3685 (The beginning wasn’t descriptive enough and then I made the beginning of the smut descriptive and then I stopped being horny for the end so it was pretty bad)

Song: Bad Things by Machine Gun Kelly and Camila Cabello  

Summary: You and Tom have been friends for a while and he helps you get a job on Infinity War. He normally brings friends on set so you thought nothing of Harrison, the cute blond that looks at you in a way that Tom doesn’t like.

Warning(s): (UM SO LIKE JUST A WARNING FOR THE WARNINGS: I WON’T DO MORE STUFF LIKE THIS IF NO ONE LIKES IT THIS COULD HONESTLY BE WAY BETTER I’M SORRY anyway back to your regularly scheduled programming) S M U TT, jealous!Tom, I forgot to write a condom scene so like unprotected sex (Assume that the reader is on the pill)(just remember don’t be silly cover your willy), it’s kinda just kinky like there’s “daddy” and “babygirl”, a little bit of orgasm denial, rough sex, yeah lemme just go burn my laptop now

Author’s Note: Pass me some holy water because this is the filthiest thing I’ve ever written. And I know that that doesn’t say much because I’ve written smut a whopping total of 2 other times but STILL I’M NOT SURE WHETHER I SHOULD BE ASHAMED OF THE SMUT OR PROUD OF HOW IT TURNED OUT BECAUSE IT COULD BE SO MUCH WORSE. But on a completely unrelated note, I start school tomorrow so I will probably be posting a lot less since my mom is crazy strict about homework and it makes a little sense but not enough to justify it BUT I will not burden you with my problems enjoy this sin-fest!

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She is Grace (Tom Holland x Reader)

Tom Holland x Fem!Reader

*Please don’t plagiarize my work, thank you :3*

Warnings: Swearing… I’m pretty sure. Almost all my fics have swearing, so watch out. Also, so much fluff you’ll choke and die. Have a good fucking day.

Summary: You’ve dodged the dating question for a while now, but a room full of anxious fans plus the teasing of your co stars equals a nice, long, heartfelt confession about how you’re dating a complete dork. Long story short, Seb and Anthony are pissed.

If you don’t understand a reference, part one is here:

https://thecreativeangel.tumblr.com/post/164834037605/she-is-beauty-tom-holland-x-reader


You grabbed the nearest pillow off the couch and screamed into it, probably making everyone else backstage think you were crazy. But hey, your cue was about to be called, meaning you were to go on stage at a fucking Comic Con panel, so yeah, you were a bit nervous. You peeked out from behind the metal beam pillars and saw the audience, clapping and shouting as every Infinity War actor introduced themselves to the crowd.

“And now, we give a very warm welcome, to Marvel’s newest badass queen, Miss (Full Name)!”

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What the Heck I Gotta Do?


Note: Okay, so this came out cuter than intended? I have no regrets tho. I recommend you listen to the song while you read. :) Also, Happy Thanksgiving to all my fellow Americans.

Word Count: 1376

Pairing: Anthony Ramos x Reader

Warnings: So much fluff, like, it’s so fluffy you’re gonna die fluff

Originally posted by gravitywon

“C’mon, Y/N, please?” Anthony begged.

“Why?” You asked your boyfriend, your voice close to a whine. “It’s cold outside.”

“So? There are so many people out there waiting in the cold, the least you can do is come out. They’d all love to see you.” He reasoned. “Also, I’m gonna be singing, so that’s a plus.”

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t help but smile at him. Anthony was trying to convince you to come outside for Ham4Ham, but you didn’t want to because it was the middle of winter and freezing outside.

“It’ll only be for a few minutes, I promise.” He continued after you stayed silent. You caught his eyes and sighed, knowing that you wouldn’t be able to stand a chance against his pleading gaze.

“Fine.” You breathed, causing his eyes to light up as he grinned. Anthony wrapped you a warm embrace before gently pressing his lips to yours.

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Won't regret (Harry Hook x Female Reader)

Thank you @jugheadismyking for requesting this. This imagine is based on Grown by Little. I was so happy to pick this imagine up because Little Mix is so amazing so thank you.

Summary: You are the daughter of Tiana and Prince Naveen. You constantly go to the Isle for peace meetings and once you are older, you help Ben with the Isle kids. You just so luckily stumbled upon Harry remembering everything.

You were around 10 years old. You took your father’s hand as you went into this big and creepy castle. You made it across a few rooms until you stopped at one. Three scary looking people and three kids were standing in front of you. Your father told you to go with the other kids as he did business.

“Hi, my name is (Y/N).“ You introduced yourself. A girl with teal hair came towards you. She inspected you up and down. The blue eyed boy stood next to her as the muscular one stood aside.

“We know who you are, Princess.” The teal haired girl mocked. You noticed the blue eyed boy having a hook. He lifted your hair up with it.

“How dreadful. You are a Princess and this is who you are?” The accent filled your ears. The muscular boy juat gave you a sympathy look.

“Harry, Uma, we should just let her be.” He said. The hook boy was about to place the hook by the boys neck, but the girl held him back.

“Gil, stay out of it. She has the perfect little life while we are here on the dirt.” Uma sneered. She then turned to you and grabbed the bracelet you had on. It had a frog with a crown on it. You tried your best to grab it as she held it in the air.

“You live your life with a silver spoon in your mouth. I mean look at you, princess dress and style, but you look nothing like one. Are you sure you’re not on the wrong side of the bridge?“ Harry said. Tears began to brim. You fought your best to hold them back. Gil then stepped foreward and grabbed the bracelet. He was going to hand it to you, when Harry snatched it and threw it.

You stood there frozen. That bracelet came from your mother. She always told you to keep it close. You began to cry as Harry and Uma laughed. You were mad at them and swore to get your revenge before leaving.

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You slammed your hands on the King’s table. Ben closed his eyes and sighed. He knew what he got himself into.

“As King, I understand what you habe to do. But as my beat friend, how could you do this to me?” You said. You’ve told Ben about that day 7 years ago. He knew that perfectly fine.

“I know (Y/N), but I promised them and my people. You know the proclomation and you were fine with it.“ He stated. Your hands flew to your hair frustrated.

“But why them? Why not Freddie, Anthony, or Mad Maddy. Anyone bit them.” You pleaded. Ben put his hand up.

“They will arrive any moment so please. Just today.” Ben said. He then gave you puppy dog eyes. You sighed and agreed.

“Damn you Benjamin Florian.” You said before slamming the door. Ben was grateful to have a friend like you.

You were standing in front of the school and saw the limo. You cursed to yourself before stepping up. One by one they came out. You saw Gil and ran up to hug him. He was the only one from the bunch who was on your neautral side.

“Did you ever find the bracelet?” You asked him. He shook his head. “It’s okay. Thank you for taking the time. Here is what I promised.”

You handed Gil a pet chicken. He held it close. You giggled at the scene. Then you heard luggage drop. You turned and saw the evil pirate.

“Why hello there beautiful.” Harry winked. You rolled your eyes amd explained the rules to the school. “Any questions?”

“Would you go on a date with me darling?“ Harry flirted.

“You blew it Harry years ago. I’ve grown so good luck.” You told him. That’s when it hit Harry. You were the princess he mocked 7 years ago. You then turned and began to tour.

Throughout the tour, Harry kept flirting with you. You tried to concentrate on the tour.

“And that concludes the rest of the tour. You know where your dorms are so I will be on my way ” You said. Harry grabbed your hand and twirled you until you were in his arms.

“Do you have a boyfriend?” Harry asked.

“ Back then Harry you didn’t even notice me. Why are you trying to get a hold of me now? We never even spoke so what makes you think you know me?” You stated. You got out of his embrace. You had to admit, you got lost into his eyes and that accent was so captivating.

“Let me change and redeem myself. I can treat you better.” Harry said. He then place something in your hand. It was the bracelet. You looked at it and then at him.

“Hook, don’t make me regret on my decision of giving you one chance.” You muttered. Harry smiled and kissed your forehead.

“You wont regret it.”

Secret Relationships || Tom Holland

Word Count: 1.3k
Warning(s): A few swears
Pairing: Tom Holland x reader
Request: Can you please do a Tom Holland x Chris Evans!Daughter, maybe where they are trying to keep their relationship a secret from the Avengers cast but they find out. Thank you! 😊
A/N: Pardon me for the delay


“Y/N, always a pleasure to see you. Here to see your father?”

“Yeah, yeah. Who else would I be coming to see?” Y/N lied with a nonchalant shrug. She wasn’t there to see her father, Chris Evans, but rather her secret boyfriend, Tom Holland.

“Well, they just wrapped up filming a scene. They’re currently all on break. Just check for them in the trailers.”

“Thanks, Sahara.” Y/N said as she quickly walked towards the trailers. She wore the biggest hat in her closet and the darkest shades she owned just to make it a little more difficult for others to recognize her. She’d already texted Tom and knew the trailer he was in.

This was what Tom and Y/N’s relationship had come to. Sneaking, hiding, meeting secretly, and constant lying to protect what they had from others. They did everything they could to keep their relationship under wraps. The only people who knew about her relationship with Tom was her mother, and Tom’s best friend, Harrison. Keeping the relationship private was a mutual agreement. Tom worried that the public eye spying on them would add strain and ruin what they had and Y/N worried that her father wouldn’t approve of their relationship. However, it did sort of bother Y/N that she and Tom had been together for almost a year and half and still almost no one knew.

Y/N walked hastily through the rest of the trailers, making sure to keep her face out of sight until she came up to Tom’s trailer. She knocked on the door and waited for someone to answer it. Harrison swung the door open.

“Tom, it’s your girl.” Harrison called over his shoulder before he moved out of the way.

“Harry, come on, mate. Let’s give ‘em some time alone.” Harrison told Tom’s younger brother. Harry stood from his comfortable position and gave Y/N a suggestive look. Y/N slapped his arm and he released a loud laugh as he walked out of the trailer. With a wide smile, Y/N closed the door behind the two and hastily took off the horridly large hat and dark shades. With excitement pumping through her veins, she ran the short distance to her boyfriend and jumped up. Tom caught her with a wide and triumphant grin. Y/N let out a laugh and wrapped her arms around his neck.


Tom leaned in for a long overdue kiss. It was sweet, and satisfying. Y/N released a content sigh into the kiss. Being in Tom’s arms, and getting to kiss him so lovingly was something she would never have enough of.

“Hi.” Tom sighed when they pulled apart.

“Hi.” Y/N answered back.

“I’m so glad you’re here.”

“You and me both.” Y/N said before she leaned in for another kiss. When they pulled apart again, Tom let Y/N down and took a seat in front of the mirror. Y/N moved to sit in his lap. She stared at the reflection of the mirror before her. She looked happy, something she had only recently grown used to. Tom moved Y/N’s hair and placed a chaste kiss on the curve where her shoulder and neck met.

“Are you sure no one saw you?” Tom mumbled against her skin.

“No guarantees, but I did my absolute best to hide my face and wear clothes I usually don’t. Only person who knows I’m here is Sahara.” Y/N assured Tom.

“Good. We have about an hour before I have to get back on set for the next scene. I’m tired.” Tom pouted.

“Aww, my poor baby.” Y/N cooed as their eyes met in the mirror. “How much time do we have again?”

“About an hour. Tell me all about filming in Jamaica.” Y/N perked up at the mention of the movie she had just wrapped up. She’d been away in Jamaica for the filming of her latest film and today was her first day back, so she was full of stories to tell.

“Oh it was absolutely amazing…” They spent the only hour they had until they met up again late at night catching up. Y/N told of the many times she and her friends would sneak off set during breaks to go to the beach and Tom told the story of the day he was upside down for most of the day and so forth. They were so busy talking, they had forgotten to keep track of the time. So while Y/N was laughing hysterically at a story Tom was sharing with her, the door of the trailer swung open and in walked Robert Downy Jr. himself.

“At long last, I have found him. Oh, and what is this?” Robert announced as he welcomed himself into the trailer and paused at the sight before him. Y/N was quick to stand up off of Tom.

“Y/N, always a pleasure to see you. But my, you looked awfully comfortable.” Y/N hated the smirk on his lips. Just as she was about to give an answer, Anthony invited himself into the trailer too.

“You say you found him? Little Tom, I have your juice. Y/N? The hell are you doing here. Chris said you were at home resting.” Anthony asked before a knowing look crossed his face.

“Ah, I see now. Oh Sebastian.” Anthony sing-sang. From over her shoulder, Y/N heard Tom whisper fucking hell before he let out a groan.

“Damn you, Anthony.” Tom muttered under his breath. Soon enough the entire cast, save for Y/N’s father, was in the trailer asking questions, only to later put the pieces together.

“What the hell is going on in here?” Y/N heard his voice distinctly in the flood of teasing chatter. She held her breath as he stepped into the trailer. “Y/N?” He asked confused. The room, or rather trailer, went silent.

“…Hi?” Y/N asked cautiously. She was an adult woman, but being caught in her current position with guilt spilled all over her face brought her back to the time when she was younger and would go off on her forbidden adventures only to later get caught and then scolded.

She chewed on her lip as she watched her father, much like everyone before him, put the pieces together.

“I get it now.” Chris chuckled. He looked… pleased rather than upset.
“You’re not, mad?” Y/N asked cautiously again.

“No. You’re a grown woman. You get to make your own choices, and that includes who you date. I’d rather you date Tom than some… random guy whom I know nothing about. Make sure you tell your mother, she’ll get very upset that you’re leaving her out of the loop. And, please, no PDA. I’m begging you.” Y/N let out a breathy laugh. Chris walked out of the trailer and back to set.

“So, Y/N… Tom? Of all people?” Anthony asked as he wrapped his arm around her shoulders. And so, the torment began.

“I mean the dude still drinks his juice out of a juice box. Personally, as a father and a mother, I’d be upset with your choice in partner.” Anthony joked as he shook his head. The entire cast erupted in laughter, including Tom. Y/N later realized, there was really nothing to worry about. She realized that she and Tom were incredibly strong, and could get through anything together. If attention from the media out a strain on any aspect of their relationship, she knew they’d work through it.

She knew they’d be all right.


A/N: you know… idk if I liked this that much. I loved the request, but I don’t like the outcome…

Imagine Chris rushing you to the hospital.

A/N: This is a request from @stevcsass 😊 Hope you like it. X

The emergency room environment was starting to give Chris a headache, everything and everyone simply plucked at his nerves. The pale blue walls, so dull it stung his eyes. The receptionist typing away at her keyboard and the relentless ringing of the phones. The wailing of the ambulances that seeped through every time the automatic glass doors slid open. The uncomfortable chairs, the ticking of the ginormous clock on the wall behind him, the tap tap tapping of pens on the plastic clipboards. The worst was the frantic loved ones; their crying and their pacing poked at his anxiety that was already on the brim. When was someone going to tell him something? It’d been two hours since he brought you into the emergency room and still, nothing. He didn’t understand why it was taking so long. He felt like he should’ve heard something by now, or at least been allowed to see you. Was it really that serious? Was something going to happen to the baby inside your belly? He felt like he was going to spew.

“I’m sorry, is my wife okay?” He approached the reception for the sixth time in two hours; she sighed when she looked up. “I know you don’t know anything, but can you please find me someone who does. She is pregnant, okay? She is carrying our first child, our baby girl.” He felt his eyes well with tears when he said that. “She can’t lose her, she’ll never recover from it. And I…” He swallowed then mumbled to himself, “I don’t think I will either.”

“Okay, Mr. Evans.” She picked up the phone and dialed for Dr. Dan Carlton, the physician that took you in as his patient. “I’m going to make some calls.” Chris let out a breath of relief, managing a smile for the first time that night. “Have a seat and I’ll let you know what I find out.” He ran his hands over his beard, then rubbed his hands together like it was going to somehow rid him of his angst. “Hey, your wife is not the first pregnant lady to come in after a fall. Their bellies are meant to withstand some pretty tough circumstances in order to protect their babies. So relax, both your girls are going to be fine.”

“Thank you,” he nodded at her; his gratefulness was at a whole new level. “I’m going to-” he threw his thumb over his shoulder and earned a nod from the receptionist. He took slow breaths, trying to calm himself as he walked back over to his chair. He chewed on his thumb nail, anxiously shaking his leg. His gaze darted between the floor, the receptionist, and the doors you disappeared behind earlier. How much longer? When was he going to get to see you again?

“Mr. Evans,” the receptionist called as she hung up the phone. Chris looked up at her, his breath caught in his throat and his eyes wide with worry and wonder. “Your wife is out,” she told him and directed his gaze with a point of her finger.

“Oh my God,” he jumped to his feet and rushed over to you when he saw Dr. Carlton wheeling you out in a wheelchair. “Sweetheart, hey.” He dropped to his knees in front of you, taking your cold hands in his. “Are you okay?” He didn’t give you a chance to answer before asking Dr. Carlton the same question. “Is she okay?”

“She’s fine, they’re both fine.” Dr. Carlton assured him with a smile and he let out a hard sigh; relief flooded his body, and yours upon hearing that again. You’d fainted while trying your hand at gardening; you dropped and hit your head on the concrete. Thankfully Dodger was with you and Chris was home. “Maybe less gardening and more rest, okay?” You and Chris both nodded. “She doesn’t have a concussion, but keep an eye on her anyway.”

“Thank you,” Chris nodded, earning a nod back as Dr. Carlton returned the way he came. “God,” he brought your hands to his lips, peppering kisses on your knuckles. “You scared the crap out of me, Y/N. You know what, no more gardening. As much as I love your want to be more outdoorsy, I’d rather you stick to your nature hating ways.” You chuckled and he managed a small smile. “I was so scared,” he admitted, squeezing your hands.

“Captain America has no fear.”

“Well-” he chuckled with limited humor, “when his wife is involved, he has a ton of fear.” You leaned forward and kissed the top of his head when he rested his forehead on your lap. “Can you please take it easy so we don’t have to go through this ever again?” He asked when he looked back up at you. “‘Cause I can’t, I really can’t. I thought I was going to go insane out here.”

“I know, I’m sorry.” You pulled one hand from his to caress his face. “I kept asking them to tell you I was fine, I even asked if you could come to the back but- it was so busy and they didn’t have space for everything. All the equipment was being used and all the doctors were running around, trying to check on all the patients and that’s why it took so long. Honestly, baby. I’m fine, the baby’s fine. They just cleaned my scrapes and did an ultrasound, just in case. Everything’s okay,” you assured him and he nodded, releasing another sigh of relief. “Can we go home now? This hospital scene is-”

“Driving you insane?”

“Yeah,” you chuckled.

“Me too,” he rose to his feet, moving behind your chair to wheel you to the exit. “I’m really glad you’re okay,” he leaned over and whispered into your hair. You smiled, looking up at him to meet his lips for a quick peck. “And if you really want roses in our backyard that badly, I can hire a gardener. I told you I would, I don’t know why you wanted to do it yourself. You realize you were only acting in that film, right? You don’t actually possess a green thumb.”

“That’s what Mackie said and I wanted to prove him wrong.”

“You did this to prove a point to Mackie?” He scoffed when you nodded sheepishly. “Okay,” he chuckled with a shake of his head. “Please remind me to kill him when he and Sheletta come to dinner next week.”

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Lost in Tanslation

AN: Based on a request from @tony——stark. This is my first request piece so sorry if it’s bad. *I was wondering if you could maybe write a seb x reader fic where the reader doesnt speak english, like she speaks romanian or something and seb always has to translate for her and the marvel cast asks if he finds it annoying or something, also can it be kinda angsty and fluffy*
Sorry it’s short xx Genre(s): Fluff, lil angst


You were a Romanian actress. Now that was fine, except the fact that you only spoke Romanian. And you were working on Avengers:Infinity War with only one Romanian speaker. Sebastian Stan. You had developed a good friendship with Sebastian since you were constantly around him but at the same time insecurities tore away at you. The longer you were with Sebastian the more you felt like you were a burden to him. Your English wasn’t great but you heard what people were saying about you when you were walking around the set.
“She’s such a pain to the cast.”
“Surely they could have chosen a better actress who actually spoke English as well.”
“Y/N must be such a burden to Stan, I mean she follows him around like a puppy.”

However, you had thick skin and pushed all the comments aside thinking that if there was ever a major problem the cast would confront you about it. But then there was one evening that pushed you past the limit.
You were doing your workout in the gym, practising the fight sequence for the scenes tomorrow when Robert and Scarlett walked past talking with Anthony Mackie.
“The women must be such a pain for Stan, though. She can’t do anything without him if it involves other people.” Robert was saying and Scarlett made a noise of approval.
“She just kind of hovers. Lizzie and I were going to invite her out for girls night but then we realised Seb would have to come to so we didn’t do it.”
“It must be hard for her as well though, not being able to talk to us without him.” Anthony backs you up and you made a silent note to thank him as you listened carefully.
What most people didn’t know was that since joining the cast, you had started learning English to surprise them. But now it all seemed pointless. The cast didn’t like you anyway by the sounds of things. Tears threatened to build up in your eyes as you silently ran from the gym, the other actors not even noticing you. You didn’t stop until you were on the floor of your trailer, kneeling by your bed and ugly sobs were tearing up your throat. Your mascara run in thick rivers and clumps down your face, dripping and staining your white sports top beneath your face.
More comments swirled around taunting you in your head. Some not as polite as others but all were derogatory towards you. At some point you must have crawled onto the bed because that’s wear you woke up the next morning curled up in the duvet with Seb banging on the door.
“Y/N!” You dragged yourself out of bed, duvet still wrapped around you, and opened the door.
Instantly Romanian rolled off his tongue. “Come on, let’s go for cost- Y/N what’s wrong?”
“Apparently I’m a pain to the cast and I just hover around you like a puppy. You can go without me.” Beginning to push the door closed you turned around but then Seb stuck his foot in the way.
“Y/N, look at me.” He stepped into your trailer as you curled up on the bed. You didn’t look at him but he continued anyway.
“You’re not a pain to me or the cast. I don’t mind having to translate for you because it’s like having a slice of home with me all the time. Please never think that I hate translating for you.” By now, Seb had wrapped you in his arms. You were quiet for a moment relishing his hold around you.
You took a deep breath. “I am learning English.” You said it perfectly and you couldn’t help but let a small smile come on to your face at Seb’s shocked chuckle.


“I’m proud of you, Y/N/N.” Seb whispered in your ear. The cast was about to do one big Q&A and they were all still oblivious to the fact that you were now almost fluent in English. Seb had been a gift from God when it came to helping you with the language late at night in either of your trailers. Smiles made their way onto your face more and you were proud. Tonight was the night you were going to take control of your own answers and say them yourself.
The questions were flying in and soon came your big moment.
“I have a question for Y/N. What’s it like being surrounded by people who don’t necessarily speak your language?”
You glanced at Sebastian and he nodded encouragingly. “To start with it was quite hard but I had a great translator but then I decided to learn English to keep up with conversations.”
You looked around as no one spoken. “I did get that right, didn’t I?” Sebastian burst out into laughter and scooped you up and swung you round as you laughed as well.
“You did it!” You were laughing and high-fiving as the the crowd roared with applause.

Your Situation (Daveed/Reader)

Prompt: Female reader is a stand in (understudy?) for Peggy and Maria, and shows up one day to rehearsal in a low cut shirt and daveed dies forever(Aka really flustered and nervous)

Note: I needed something quick and light between the last chapter of BYY and the second part of the divorce fic. So, that’s how this happened.

Rating: Strong T?

Words: 1328

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A Marine’s Rescue

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Title: A Marine’s Rescue

Pairing: Gibbs x Reader

Word Count: 1,000

Warnings: a little bit of violence, fluff

A/N: I have some Gibbs fluff for you guys! I hope you enjoy this! Feedback is welcomed and always appreciated. If there’s something you want to see, requests are open!

Gibbs slammed his hands on his desk as he stood up, causing the rest of your team to snap their attention to the Marine.  Gibbs looked around at his team, “tell me we’ve found where they have [Y/N]!”  Gibbs clenched his jaw tightly, his lips forming in a flat line.  He couldn’t let them hurt you; you meant too much to him.

McGee’s eyes widened, “Uh boss.”  McGee wrote down coordinates on a piece of paper, rushing up to his boss.  “I think I found out where they have her.”

“You think,” Gibbs asked, irritated at almost everything and everyone.  He knew having you go undercover was dangerous.  He felt like this was his fault.  He didn’t wait for McGee to answer him.  “Gear up,” Gibbs yelled, already walking to the elevator.  Tony and McGee soon caught up with the Marine.  “I want you both to secure the exits just in case.  I’ll go in by myself to get [Y/N].  That’s an order,” he said sternly.

McGee and Tony nodded as the door to the elevator closed.


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BTTP Extra Scene Request

Could we get an episode of when A. Lin remembers his past life as Alex, or B. when he sees the Reader at the Theater?


Lin blinked, staring at his laptop monitor. He looked down at his clothes, realizing he was wearing his costume for the musical. His hair was already fixed, pulled back by whatever chemicals the makeup department used on his hair. He heard his door swing open, seeing his friend Oak standing there. He was wearing his costume for Mulligan as well, staring at Lin.

“Am I the only one?” He asked, being as vague as possible. Lin gulped, nodding slowly.

“I remember, I remember everything.” He looked back at himself at the mirror, recalling everything that happened up to this point.

Fighting in the American Revolution. Listening to Eliza reading the letter that told him Laurens was dead, his heart dropping when he found out that Philip died during the battle. His daughter, Angelica, unable to handle the stress. Cheating on Eliza with Maria. 

But he remember her. 

He remembered Y/N.

How she appeared in front of him, wearing the tank top and pajama pants. Her kind smiles toward him and her jokes. Her musical laugh, her eyes, her voice, her hair. 

He remembered everything.

“What do we do?” Lin asked softly, looking at Oak. Oak sighed, leaning against the door frame. 

“We try to find her,” Lin gaze went to Lau-Anthony, his arms across his chest. “We have to see if she knows us, at least, knows what happened to us. And why we remember our past selves.” It was refreshing to see him okay, to see him alive. He still remembered his life now, but it still brought tears to his eyes. Anthony smiled at Lin, nodding once. 

“And maybe we could have a little reunion.” Daveed chimed in, appearing next to Oak’s shoulder. 

“Five minutes!” They yelled over the speaker, and Oak sighed. Lin stood up from his chair, looking at his friends.

“After the show, we’ll find her. We’ll find Y/N.” Lin whispered, and they all walked out, determination on their faces.


The show went by slower than it usually did. All of the boys felt weird playing characters that were once them not too long ago (well, the 1700s were a long time ago, but it didn’t feel that way). Lin bowed at the end of the show, and he could have sworn he glimpsed Y/N in the crowd. But when he blinked, her face was gone, a mixture of colors was what he saw. 

Right after his last show, the boys sat in Lin’s dressing room, talking about what they might do. Once Oak said he thought he saw Y/N in the crowd, Lin jumped up, smiling.

“You saw her! I thought I saw her! Did we see her? What if she was there? Does that mean she remembers? We need to figure this out, I mean, isn’t this just fantastic?” Lin continued to ramble on, hope rising in his chest. Oak put his hand on the short man’s shoulder, trying to calm him down.

“Lin, it could have just been an illusion. You don’t know if we were just imagining her or not.”

“Exactly, we don’t. We have no idea if that was her or not!” Lin exclaimed, his smile almost breaking his face. Daveed shook his head, looking at Lin,

“Even in this lifetime, you’re still as confusing as ever.” Daveed mumbled. Anthony nodded.

“Alright, alright. That’s what I’m talking about Lin! How about this, we all split up, looking around Times Square and see if we could find her. If she was in the crowd, and she’s looking for us, she wouldn’t go to far. Especially if she knows that we’re actors in Hamilton.” Ant suggested. Lin stopped pacing back and forth, smiling at him.

“That’s a great idea, Ant. Okay, put your phones on loud, lads.” They all laughed at his slang, but agreed. Lin grabbed his coat off the back of the chair, a smile still on his face.

He was so close to finding you.

And nothing was going to stop him from doing so.


It was already eleven at night, and the boys and himself could not find you. He decided to buy some coffee on his search, wanting to stay up as long as possible. His hair was a mess, the bags under his eyes were getting darker by the minute, but he was determined to find you. Even if it took all night, he would give up his sleep just to see your smile again.

As he was zoning out while walking down the street, he got a call from Oak. He answered it, continuing to walk. “Hey Oak, find anything?”

“No, you?”

“Zilch. I’m walking around the theater, seeing if she might show around here. That’s the first place I would stay if I was looking for me.”

He suddenly bumped into a body, spilling coffee all over the innocent woman’s sweater. She hissed, leaping back from the boiling hot liquid. Lin’s face immediately dropped, and he began talking quickly, unable to stop due to his embarrassment and sorrow.

“I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to do that. I just wasn’t paying attention and my friend oak was calling me and I just, it’s been a long day and I think I owe you another sweater. I swear I didn’t do this on purpose I-” His eyes met yours, and his heart dropped.

You were wearing a coffee-stained sweater, and some jeans. Your hair was as messy as his, and your eyes looked tired, void of any happiness. Your face was the same, if not as lively as when he first met you. He dropped the last remaining piece of the foam coffee cup on the ground, unable to grasp that you were standing in front of him. 

The love of his life was standing in front of him. 

You were as beautiful as when he first met you.

“Y/N?” He whispered, barely able to say anything more. Your eyes widened at the mention of your name, and you finally looked at him straight in the eye. Your hands shook, looking at him in awe.

“Alexander?” She replied, his past name kissing your lips. A smile broke out on his face, and his heart began to beat wildly. 

You remembered him. You remembered who he was.

(Poly!Hamilsquad x Reader) ‘Cause You Had a Bad Day

(I want you all to know that I created this account for the sole purpose of writing fics and reblogging fandom things without being judged by my followers on my main blog. 

This fic takes place in the modern au, reader is a college student, this is my first fic and if you all like it then it definitely won’t be my last Hamilsquad fic 

Word count: 3256 

Gimme some feedback, I hope you enjoy m’loves! )

It was cold.

Much colder than you had anticipated for a mid-October evening.

It felt more like the beginnings of January when it wasn’t even technically fall yet. A gentle rain had settled over the town you lived in, a soft pitter-pattering of droplets onto the ground succeeding calming you down. You were sitting at a bus stop a fair way from your home and had been for at least a few hours. The sky was dark and you had turned your phone off because the boys wouldn’t stop trying to contact you. You had a huge blowout with your boyfriends after you’d come home from class.

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Come Dance With Me (Part 1) - Sebastian Stan

(Part 2) (Part 3)

Paring: Sebastian Stan x Female!Reader 

Idea: You’re a fellow actor with Sebastian, and as you’re in Atlanta filing infinity war together with him and some others, your boyfriend breaks up wit you. This leaves you with a plus one empty to a wedding you know you can’t ditch, but you now dread because you’ll have to show up alone. However Sebastian offers to be your plus one to save you from the embarrassment off course, though there seems to be something more. 

Word Count: 2.5 k

A/N: I read a sort of idea with the whole thing bringing someone to a wedding as friends and it ending up to be more, and because I still have an unhealthy obsession with Sebastian Stan, here comes part 1 of ‘Come Dance With Me’

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The line went silent, and you knew that when he didn’t have any more to say, it meant that he had hung up on you. You sat in the silence of your trailer as a tear streamed down your cheek. Your, now ex-boyfriend, had finished it with you over the phone, sure you both knew that for the last couple of months things hadn’t been going downhill, but you had been a strong believer that you would work it out. However, it seemed that in the end you had been the only one believing that it would work out for you, as he had thought you had just used your time away to move on, which was why he had ended it over the phone, not even bothering to meet you in person to talk about it.

However before you could call him back to force him to explain it, or just to yell at him for leaving you broken like this and blaming it all on you, someone knocked on your trailer, informing you that you would be needed on set in short time. Knowing that there was most likely nothing you could do about it now, you dried away your tears, and tried to make it look like you weren’t close to breaking down. Besides, you were an actor, trying to play another version of yourself should be easy right.

You walked out of your trailer and walked over to the set where you were met by some of your co-stars you were filming with, some of them had over time become more than friends though. You had come on during Civil War, joining Cap’s side as a new recruit, and had spent months next to the others, and during those circumstances, it was hard not to end up being friends, and now being in Atlanta to film Infinity War with them just made you guys closer.

“Y/N” Elizabeth Olsen called you over after cut had been called out for the last scene of the day.

“Hey Liz” You greeted with a hug.

“So, you’re ready for the outing, to that bar Christ likes, later?” She asked with a wide smile as they walked back towards the trailers to change out of their attire. However, you had forgotten all about the outing together with the others, and in your current situation where you could still feel tears just waiting to fall, you thought maybe this wasn’t the best idea.

“You know what, I think I just need a quiet night in or something” You said as you kept looking ahead of you, not wanting to meet Elizabeth’s piercing eyes.

“I don’t think so, this is the last time we’ll all be gathered for a long time, Mackie is finished filming tomorrow so him and Scarlett is going home then, and then after that there isn’t long before the rest of us leaves, and then god knows when we’ll next see each other! So you’re coming” She spoke very certain as she met your eyes. You knew she was right, this was the last chance in what could easily be multiple months before you could all be gathered again, so dropping out on what you were sure was going to be a lovely night, because of heart sorrows of a boy whom it seemed, didn’t care for you as much anyway, was just foolish.

“Okay” You sighed, but seeing Elizabeth smile widely before thanking you and rushing back to her trailer was almost worth it. From there on you decided to just focus on that for the evening, maybe that could also help you keep the tears and overthinking away for a bit longer. So, with that in your mind, you got changed and got your made up injuries removed with a lot of make-up remover, before getting yourself ready so when a knock was heard at your door, you were ready.

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First Impressions (Part 10)

Prompt: Imagine your friend, Anthony Mackie, brings you with him to an event and introduces you to his friend, Sebastian, who’s blown away by you. He immediately starts flirting and acting silly because you make him nervous and he just wants to impress you

Warnings: flirting (adult style), language (always, with me, come on), and drama (later on in the fic)

Word Count: 1998

Notes: If anyone has kids or wives out of the celebrities mentioned, in this universe, they sort of don’t exist….Just for the sake of keeping it concise. Beta’d by @like-a-bag-of-potatoes (because shes perfectly amazing) and I could NOT, not, just not have done any of this at all without my amazing girl, @amarvelouswritings

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You woke up next to Hayden, relatively happy.

Once you two were up, showered, dressed, and ready to go, you asked, “You ready to do this?”

“Ready as I’ll ever be.”

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Great Chemistry (Part 6)

Summary: After years of auditions and small acting jobs, you finally get picked to play the female lead in a major spy movie: Rogue Agency. Suddenly you find out that the actor playing the male lead and love interest is none other than Sebastian Stan himself. Throughout the story you go through the motions of filming a movie and come to find out that you and Seb have great chemistry. Do you take the leap and let yourself fall in love with your costar?

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Word Count: 2,920

Warnings: Fluff, mention of blood and injury, angst

A/N: Oh wow I’m early in posting. I actually had half of this part written out for a while because I knew how I wanted the second half of it to go. It was only a matter of leading up to it, so yeah that’s why it’s done a bit quicker. This part is a bit emotional and I hope you like it!

MASTERLIST

“Wait, so he said that he only saw you as a friend?” Ingrid asks you once again over the phone.

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He belongs only to her (Part two Request)

Prompt: Can this sorta be like He Only Belongs to Her. It’s like after New York Loki is put in readers custody, in like a secluded place but in Asgard. The Avengers think Loki may have done something (but of course he didn’t) so they request that Thor takes them to see Loki. They then meet reader and they are surprised to see how much love they have for each other and how much Loki changed. I’m thinking of that scene where they say “You must really be desperate” I don’t know just a thought! Up to you!–zoemonster200

Note: Pregnancy Fluff!

Pairing: Loki Laufeyson x Reader

Words: 1340

Requested by: @zoemonster200

“Who else could it have been Thor?” Tony demanded slamming his hands down onto the table as Thor glared to him from across the table. “I do not know who has slaughtered these peoples, but I assure you that it was not of my brother.” Thor gritted back. “How do you know Thor?” Natasha asked quirking an eyebrow. “Because you watched him be taken away by Lady (Y/N). He was taken somewhere in Asgard where he could hurt no one.” He countered looking around the table to his friends who didn’t looked convinced and he knew he would have to defend his brother once again as Tony opened his mouth to fire back when Steve held up a hand silencing everyone. “Alright Thor, if you are sure that Loki isn’t responsible take us to him.” Steve suggests.

“You mean take you to Asgard to see my brother?” Thor asked as Steve nods. “We need to make sure Thor, because if he is responsible you are in just as much trouble as he is for lying.” Steve said sternly when Thor stood up. “You want to see him. Fine, let us go.” He said gestured as everyone looked at him. “Right now?” Clint asked, sitting up. “The sooner I clear my brother’s name is the sooner we can find the real villainous creature who has laid waste on the innocent.” He growled when Steve stood up. “Come on Team, that means all of us go.” He commanded as everyone stood up when Thor held up his hammer and summoned them all to the land of Asgard. “Where are we?” Clint asked looking around the forest with a small. “Is this really Asgard?” He asked.

Thor turned his head to the City that was miles away from where they were before Thor walked over to a door that was embedded into the ground. “Lady (Y/N), it is I, Thor.” He called. “I have brought with me… friends.” He said when the door slowly opened as a smile spread across her face. “Thor–” She froze, seeing the Avengers standing there. “What are they doing here?” She asked softly, placing a hand over her slightly swollen stomach. “They are here to see Loki.” He spoke gently. “They are not here to take him away are they?” She asked when Thor shook his head. “No, they came here to clear up some false accusations made against him.” Thor said as she nods before stepping out of the way. “Please come. Would anyone like something to drink? Tea?” She asked as they all stepped inside seeing the nice little home.

“No thank you Madame. We just need to speak with your… husband?” He asked glancing down to her ring as she nods. “Of course, I shall go get him.” She said walking back to the room as they stood there waiting. “I can assure you… Loki has changed. It may shock you, but… he has for her, for his child.” Thor whispered softly to them before Loki came out, frowning. “Why are you here?” Loki asked as (Y/N) stood behind him. “Now Loki, calm down. You can’t act hostile to them. You are better than that.” She whispered placing her hand on his shoulder and instantly the frown disappeared from his lips. “What brings you to our home dear Avengers?” He asked as his voice sounded more calm which shocked the others in their place at the sudden change.

“There was an attack on New York and over a hundred people died in one hour.” Steve said as Loki crossed his arms, nodding. “And you immediately assumed it was my doing.” Loki finished for him when Steve nods looking at him. “As flattered as I am that you think I would do this I am afraid you have found the wrong man.” Loki said smoothly. “I may be the God of Mischief and lies, but for once in my life I’m telling the truth.” He smiles softly. “I do hope you find this murdered, but I have no more reason to kill, or the desire to have a throne.” Loki said as Tony rolled his eyes. “Really? It just all magically went away?” He asked sarcastically. “Anthony, do remember you are in someone else’s home, but yes. It did go away. Because here is my kingdom, this is my throne, and this is my queen.” He gestured to (Y/N) who smiles softly.

“How did that lust for power just disappear?” Natasha asked when Loki took (Y/N)’s hand. “She made me open my eyes, made me accept who I am, and even made me something I never thought I’d be… A father.” He smiles softly placing a hand onto her stomach as they stood in silence for a moment when Clint shook his head. “Wow, you must be really desperate so we would believe you.” He hissed softly when (Y/N) frowns. “He is Clint?” She asked as Loki nods with a sigh. “Clint, I know what my husband has done to you is unforgivable, but I can assure you that he had no part in this massacre. He has been with me this entire time. I have been fighting for the past year to keep him with me. He promised me he’d stop all this.” She whispered softly tearing up.

“I know I have made mistakes in the places, most I can never make up for, but I want to be a better man for her, be a better father for this child. I can’t do that behind glass, behind a cell where I can never see her or our child. Odin agreed to allow me to live here and if I made one more slip up that he would kill me himself. He monitors where I go. He can tell you that I have not left Asgard at all, I have traveled to the kingdom to redeem myself and nothing more. I am only a month away from clearing my name and gaining the respect of others once more…. Why in the name of the Norse Gods would I go and mess that up?” Loki asked, gazing at each one of them before he turned to (Y/N) who held him close to her as everyone went quiet.

They could see the love, the devotion, and loyalty these two had for the other, it was right here in front of them even Clint could see it despite not wanting to. “I told you.” Thor gestured to his brother and (Y/N). “If it would make things better I would help you find the true creature.” Loki said as their eyes widened slightly at Loki admitting he would be more than willing to help them. “That-That won’t be necessary. We apologize for wasting your time and congratulations on the unborn child.” Steve said, holding up his hand. “We’ll let you alone. I also want to apologize for assuming that it was you without hard evidence.” Steve explained as the others nods softly. “It is alright Steven, I could understand why you thought it was my doing.” Loki said gently.

Afterwards they stayed for a little while for dinner and they learned how (Y/N) and Loki met, how she had helped him through all the darkness, and how they were now. They apologized once more before they took their leave as Thor bowed when they all returned to Midgard. “Thank you my dear, if it was not for you I would be in a darker place.” He whispered kissing her forehead as he helped her lay down before she pulled him down next to her. “You saved me first my love.” She whispered as he smiles softly before his hands wrapped around her stomach rubbing gently at the small movement he felt from his touch. “This right here… This is my home.” He whispered against the nape of her neck before they both snuggled against each other without a care in the world.

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anonymous asked:

Why are you looking at me like that? With Anthony please!!!

A changed the prompt just a bit to fit the story I had in mind. Warning: Sexual themes (it’s pretty much just diet smut), implied smut, and embarrassing situations.

You might want to listen to Dead Girl Walking from Heathers before reading. This is Highschool/Theater AU btw. (there’s a read more after a couple paragraphs, I know sometimes you can’t see those so just so you know, it doesn’t just drop off there)


“Alright, are you guys ready to run the scene?” Your theater teacher shouted, “Y/N, Anthony, on stage please.” You jogged up the stairs and onto the far right side of the stage.

You began singing, walking across the stage when you had to, exaggerating your arm movements when you had to, and looking back on queue to see Anthony stripping off his jacket. You’d gotten pretty close to Anthony since you were cast as the two leads of your school musical. You couldn’t deny that he was attractive, and you definitely had a bit of a crush on him, which was why it was going to be difficult for you to do this scene without turning into a cherry from blushing as deeply as you knew you were going to. You climbed the stairs of the set, focusing on singing rather than on Anthony’s pecs and the way the looked in that tight black t-shirt…

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Imagine Chris being terrified of your older brother, Tom Hiddleston.

A/N: Here’s that request of yours @shadowprincess0218, I managed to fit it in between other pieces I have to finish. Um- I don’t know about this one 😅 I’m tired so it might be a little trashy. But it’s done! Now- oh, right, back to my keyboard for the other three. 🙃 I need coffee.

“Stop,” you laughed, slapping Chris’ hands away as he playfully yanked at your hair. “You’re going to mess it up.” You told him but he ignored you with a cheeky smile on his face. “Chris, stop.” You giggled, slapping his hands away again.

“I’m just trying to make it look better, I’m really good at doing hair.” He licked the tip of his fingers and reached for your hair but you moved back before his fingers made contact. “C'mere,” he teased, trying not to laugh at the look of horror on your face. “C'mere, Y/N.”

“No!” You laughed as you made a run for it; as per usual, you were too slow for Captain America. “No, Chris!” You shrieked with laughter when he grabbed you from behind, lifting you off the ground. “Oh God, Chris!” You yelped and he spun you in a circle, laughing as hard as you were. “Put me down!” You started to choke on your laughter.

Your older brother watched the two of you fool around on the set while you were all waiting for the cameras to roll. The shenanigans seem to have only gotten worst now that the two of you were actually dating and not just friends- who clearly had a lot of chemistry- anymore. You met Chris a while back, when you were visiting your brother on the set of The Avengers, and immediately hit it off with him. You became really good friends, then co-stars in a few different movies- this one being your first MCU movie- and now you were a couple. It took Chris awhile before he finally made a move on you because you were after all his friend’s baby sister; you were only twenty-three whereas Chris was your brother’s age. He didn’t want to cross any lines but he couldn’t keep lying to himself anymore; he liked you and he wanted to be with you.

“Is that weird for you?” Robert asked Tom when he saw him watching the two of you. Tom turned to him and shook his head with a nonchalant look. “You don’t feel the urge to go over there and tell him how things are? Be an overprotective brother?”

“Not really, no.” Tom shook his head. “I mean- she’s my baby sister, yeah, but she’s not a baby. She’s more than capable of taking care of herself and- it’s not like Chris is a bad guy. I actually,” he turned back to the two of you, and Robert followed suit, “really like them together.”

“You also like messing with him,” Robert commented with smirk and Tom chuckled, nodding. “Yeah, I’ve noticed. It is quite funny seeing how scared he is of you. Does Chris know you don’t care that they’re together?” He asked.

“I’m sure Y/N has told him, but I don’t think he believes her. You can tell because he avoids me,” Tom said and Robert nodded. “Ready, watch.” A small smirk formed on your brother’s lips as he walked over, leaving a chuckling Robert behind to observe.

“Chris, put me down!” You demanded, giggling. Chris ignored you, of course, and continued spinning you around. “Chris!” You laughed; your stomach starting to ache from it. “You’re messing me up, I’m not going to be camera ready! Put me down!”

“You should probably do as she’s asked,” your brother’s voice approached and Chris’ laughter subsided pretty much immediately. You saw your brother strode onto the set, pressing your lips together as you tried not to laugh while Chris did as your brother said. You didn’t know why but your boyfriend- the ever-so-mighty Captain America- was afraid of your sweet, gentle brother, Tom Hiddleston who couldn’t hurt a fly.

“I’m um- I’m going to go check in with Anthony and Joe,” Chris began to come up with an excuse to leave; like he always did around Tom after dawning the title of your boyfriend. “See what scene they want me to film next so um- I’ll see you guys in a bit.”

You nodded, trying not to laugh as you shared a cheeky smile with your brother. You felt bad for Chris but you also found him ridiculously hilarious, as did Robert- who was losing it at a distance- and the rest of the cast. Basically everyone on set knew how Chris was around your brother; uncomfortable and awkward.

Of course Tom didn’t actually mind the two of you together, in fact- he wanted you with Chris. He thought the two of you would make a wonderful couple despite the age difference and you did. You’d told Chris before that everyone was okay with you were dating him, especially your brother; that fact was acknowledged but it didn’t stop him from acting weird around your brother. It worked in yours and Tom’s favor actually; Chris was very fun to mess with.

“You know it’s obvious you’re avoiding me, right?” Tom blocked Chris’ path and Chris took a step back, swallowing. “So you start dating my sister and suddenly I’m not good enough for you? She’s the better Hiddleston to hang out with?”

“That’s not-”

“It’s because she doesn’t have a British accent, right?” He quizzed and you stifled your chuckle at how ridiculous he was being just to mess with Chris; he was so easy that a reason as stupid as that worked. “If I spoke in an American accent, you’ll be more inclined to be in the same room as me?” You rolled your eyes at how British you brother was; you’d spent half your life in America so you didn’t speak with the accent, or with words and structure fit for the Queen.

“I don’t…” Chris trailed off, unable to find a way to respond. “Um-” he glanced over at you for help and you all cracked, bursting into loud laughter. “What’s happening?” Your boyfriend mumbled to himself, looking as lost and as confused as a baby duck.

“He’s just messing with you, Cap.” You giggled, sliding your hand in Chris’ as you joined his side. “He’s always just messing with you.” You shook your head at your brother who was now smiling. “He doesn’t care that we’re together. I’ve told you that a thousand times, so stop being such an easy target.”

“You’re not actually-” Chris glanced from Tom to you and back to Tom. “Oh my God,” he let out the breath he was holding in. “I was like ‘what the fuck is he talking about?’ Honestly, man. You are ridiculously scary when you want to be.”

“You think my brother is scary?” You burst out laughing and Tom did too. “Please,” you pulled away from Chris to throw an arm around your brother. “Tommy is the least scary person in this room. He couldn’t hurt a fly,” you said then looked up at your brother, smiling.

“Perhaps not a fly.” Tom agreed with a nod then continued in his most threatening tone- which definitely contradicted your previous statement because Chris was right, he could be scary when he wanted to be. “But I will hurt you if you hurt Giggles.” Giggles was your nickname growing up because- well, that was self-explanatory. “And I am not messing with you, that is a promise.”

“You are the only man I know who can say the word ‘giggles’ and still sound scary.” Chris said after a while and you giggled whereas Tom remained his threatening composure until he heard what he wanted from Chris; a promise not to hurt you. “I won’t hurt her,” he nodded. “Ever,” he added when he turned to look at you, smiling when you smiled.

“Good,” Tom relaxed his demeanor and smiled. “Now that you know where I stand, Chris, you can stop trying to avoid me.” Chris chuckled softly at that as you rejoined his side. “The crew’s starting to complain about how Captain America disappears the second Loki steps into the room,” he teased as he walked off.

“You knew he was messing with me and you didn’t tell me?” Chris tried not to smile as he turned to you; you pressed your lips together. “You Hiddlestons are the absolute worst,” he shook his head, chuckling. “I’m a little afraid to meet your parents now,” he said as you wrapped your arms around his neck; his hands placed on your waist. “God knows what they’ll do to me.”

“They’ll love you as much as I do,” you promised and he smiled. “And I love you a lot, Captain.”

“And I love you too, Giggles.”

Forever | 5: Explanations, Part 2

Summary: You and Sebastian Stan became best friends years ago, on the set of the first Captain America movie, and you couldn’t be happier that you had found someone just as witty and caring as you - but will feelings wiggle their way in and get in between your friendship and happiness?

Word Count: 1232

Pairing: Sebastian Stan x Reader

Warnings: (Throughout) Language

Characters (in order of appearance): Reader, Sebastian Stan

A/N: I started writing this in 2015, and it was v popular on wattpad so I thought, why not make it accessible to my pals on tumblr? pls bare with me as I post the next 8 chapters, and please, as always, let me know what you think!! I love hearing from y’all :)

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Make a Scene Part 1/5

Summary: Tony’s younger sister developed a sort of power while she went through puberty and after years of hiding, she makes her way out into the public eye again.

Word Count: 666 on the fucking dot

Warnings: Abandonment I think, swearing maybe, expensive things, Tony in general.

A/N: I still don’t know who is going to be the love interest because I’m still working on the other part. IF YOU KNOW OF SOMEONE WILLING TO BE MY BUCKY ANON I WOULD LOVE IT!!!!!! Anyways, enjoy my chillen.

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On the table in front of you was the exact thing you hated, a party invite. Well, it isn’t exactly a party, it’s a gala type thing. It wasn’t the party that was a problem, it was who was hosting it. You thought it was hilarious that your older brother invited you to his party.

Anthony Stark, aka Iron Man, the billionaire, philanthropist, playboy, asshat of a brother, was the exact reason you were living in a shitty apartment in the middle of Queens. He had kicked you out because he couldn’t handle his 16 year old sister glowing bright red when angry with vases bursting around you and an aura of gold and the scent of lemons  when you became happy.

Now, 4 years of learning how to control your new found powers, he’s trying to bring you back into his life. You were racking your brain to try to figure out how he had found your address, as you were listed as Y/N L/N, not Y/N Stark.

How this happened, you’d never know, but you said to hell with it and planned on going. He is your only living relative that you know of. You better not burn that bridge.

Quickly scanning the paper, you noted that you had 3 hours to get ready in your best looking party attire. You were going to make an entrance into the public eye, using the Stark name to lift you higher.

When you emerged from dolling yourself up, you had roughly 35 minutes to get there. Tony’s parties always had red carpets, star studded attendees, and press coverage for days, this one was no exception.

You called you driver to chauffeur you to the event, driving you in your prized possession, a 2013 Black McLaren P1. It costed more than your own apartment, but it was and still is your first car. You had to make a scene when you arrived, and this was the way to do it.

As you sat in your super car, you devised a wonderful plan. You were to show up looking bomb as hell, mingle with other guests, find a way to get under Tony’s skin, and then leave with some gorgeous guy.

The former Stark Tower, now the Avengers Tower, stood in the New York City skyline. On the city street stars, politicians, and press started to arrive. Your driver pulled up to the curb, jumped out and helped you make your scene. You felt your body glow purple with pride, roses accompanying the hew.

People asked who you were, your photo being taken as you pose on the velvet carpet. When someone realized who you were, the aura of yourself turned a lilac with the scent of lavender.  color. People oohed and awed as you left the press area.

When you eventually made your way up to the party, you had a flute of champagne and a silver glow to your skin. Your eye was caught by your brother and his team of super heroes. He looked like he was in his element as well as a redheaded woman, though the rest of them looked tense and out of place.

You floated over to them and gave a small smile. “Hello Tony.” You knew your smile didn’t reach your eyes, as you were giving the kindest eyes you could possibly muster.

“Y/N, I haven’t seen you in forever, how are you?” He stammered with fake concern.

“4 years older and alive.” You sassed.

Captain America cleared his throat, “Do you two know each other?”

You smiled to the blond man, “You mean, my dear older brother,” you turned your head to glare at him, “didn’t tell you about me?” Your hand fluttered over your heart, feigning a broken heart. You started to introduce yourself, meeting the others.

After meeting everyone, you stood next to Wanda. “You know, it’s lovely to finally meet with you guys. I wonder why I wasn’t invited over sooner!”

The Roaring Twenties (Reader x Bucky Barnes)

Word Count: 1277

Summary: 1920s AU: Bucky has trouble with trusting, and he has trouble with loving, too. But soon he gets into some unlucky trouble with a gang and that changes everything for him.

Warnings: gangs, fights, blood, wounds

A/N: You all know how much I love AUs, and this one is no exception. I hope you all enjoy this <3

Originally posted by sincerelysaraahh


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